Breaking Locks

Catherine is looking for her dad. She's also trying to escape an organisation trying to kill her. She goes to London to discover that her father is the infamous James Bond, Agent 007 of the British Secret Service. ALL RIGHTS AND CREDIT FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS(James Bond, M, Q, Eve Moneypenny) GO TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER (Ian Fleming, Eon Productions etc.)

“You have ten minutes to get dressed. I’ll meet you in the lobby.” Dad turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I checked my phone. 1 New Message. I opened it and saw it was from Q. Hope you’re okay. Call if you need anything. I bugged your phone so I can hear everything by the way. X

“Bugged my phone, ey?” I laughed and put the phone in my back pocket. “Spying on people if morally wrong Q.” I got dressed quickly, put my hair up and brushed my teeth. As I was in the bathroom I heard the door open.

“Dad?” I asked, my voice muffled by the toothpaste in my mouth. I spat the toothpaste out and rinsed my brush. It was weird that Dad hadn’t replied. I wiped the toothpaste from my mouth and headed into the lounge. I stopped as soon as I walked in.

“Hello Catherine.”

“You,” I stuttered.

“Me,” Raven replied. He was sitting in the armchair facing the door to my room. I reached round the back of my jeans and mentally kicked myself for not having my gun. I felt my phone in my back pocket and felt some sort of hope that maybe Q was listening right now.

Raven’s hair was slick and shiny with hair wax. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black and cold as ice. There were two men behind him. Both had their hair in the same style as Raven, although on had fiery red hair and the other snow white hair.

“Get out,” I said. My voice was stronger than I expected, stronger than what Raven expected by the look on his face.

“Or what, Catherine? Are you going to shoot me?” Raven laughed. One of his henchmen pulled a gun out and pointed it at me.

“He’ll find you.”

“Your father? Of course he will; that’s the plan. He’ll come alone to find you, and when he does, I’ll kill him first and then you.” Raven’s voice was colder than his eyes, which never left mine.

“He’ll kill you first.” I stuttered, slowly losing the hope that I had left. Raven burst out laughing, the sound hard and shallow.

“I doubt that very much Catherine. Now, if you’re sensible, you will do what I ask.”

“And what if I’m not sensible?” I asked defiantly.

“I will shoot you.” Raven stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “Now, come along Catherine, we’re leaving.” The man with the gun came behind me, pressing the gun deep into my back. He pushed me through the door and to the stairwell. Raven was in front of us, the lights reflecting on his hair. I let out a little laugh.

“What’s funny Catherine?” Raven asked.

“The fact that you could use your hair as a mirror.” I laughed. Raven turned around and slapped me in the face. He smirked and carried on down the stairs. I put my hand to my now red cheek and scowled at Raven’s back. When we reached the bottom of the staircase I was shoved out of the emergency exit and into a black limousine. Raven sat opposite me and the gun wielding ray of sunshine sat next to me, holding the gun against my ribcage.

“Raven, tell Rupert Grint he doesn’t have to hold the gun against me like that.”

“He’s Ron in the Harry Potter films? Come on! I haven’t had TV since I was 8 and I still know that!” I laughed. The man moved the gun away from me, but didn’t stop pointing it at me. Raven leaned back in his seat and stared at me.

“What?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. I realised that I wasn’t scared anymore. Raven didn’t scare me; neither did the freaks that were sitting either side of me. I felt more confident.

“You look just like your father; maybe they’ll even bury you together,” Raven’s voice was cold. I wondered how many years it had taken for him to grow this cold and evil.

“Thanks, I guess?” I laughed.

“Blindfold her.” I jumped as the blonde man put fabric over my eyes. He tied the knot tightly round the back of my head and then tied my hands together in front of me.

“Is this really necessary, Raven?”

“Yes, we don’t want you to escape too easily.”

“But you do want me to escape.”

“A chase is always fun.” I could hear the smirk in Raven’s voice.

“Even one that lasts for almost eighteen years?” I smirked. I didn’t expect the punch. Raven’s fist connected with my face with a loud thump.

“Watch what you say, you little bitch.” Raven’s voice was inches away from my face. I wanted to spit at him but I heard him sit back down.

“Raven?” I said smugly.

“What!” He shouted.

“What’s the time?” I asked innocently.

“Twenty five to five.”

“Thanks,” I said. Dad must’ve gone back to the room. He must know I’m gone by now.

James Bond’s P.O.V

It had been fifteen minutes and Catherine still wasn’t in the lobby. I sighed and headed back upstairs. Women, I thought. They all take so bloody long to get ready. I reached our suite and opened the door.

“Catherine?” I called. There was an armchair facing her room. Strange, that wasn’t like that before. Her bedroom door was open. I knocked and went in.

“Cat? You in here?” I noticed that the bathroom light was still on. “Cat?” I walked towards the door but it was evident she wasn’t here. I hurried back into the lounge.

“Shit.” I shouted. I took out my phone and called Q.

“Bond?!” Q asked. “What’s the matter?”

“He has her.”

“Who? Raven?”

“No the President of the United States! Yes Raven!”

“What, how?” Q’s voice was frantic and I could hear his fingers tapping on the keys of his laptop.

“I told her to meet me in the lobby after she was dressed and she never showed.”

“You left her alone?!” Q was outraged.

“How was I supposed to know Raven was in this bloody hotel, Q?”

“You’re right, sorry.”

“Help me find her.”

“I’m on my way, M’s flying me out in half an hour. Don’t move until I get there.”

“What!? You’re flying?”

“Yes. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“That’s going to be hours! What if she’s already dead by then?!” I could hear an engine in the background so I assumed Q was already in the cab on the way to the airport.

“He wants you, he’s not going to kill her until he has you,” Q’s voice was stiff and I could tell he was furious.

“Alright,” I sighed. “I’ll wait for you and then we’ll find that bastard.”

“And we’ll kill him.” Q hung up with that. I was genuinely shocked at what he had said. Q was a gentle soul and I had never expected him to say anything like that. I sat down on the armchair that faced Cat’s room and waited. I had just got my daughter, and now she was gone again. And I was alone again.